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Thursday, April 12, 2007

So, here are some pictures from the first few days. We should be taking more... but we're doing things like eating and sleeping, at least theoretically.

Today is April 12th. Your taxes are due in 5 days. UNLESS you're me and you do them the first week of February... if I ever owe, I imagine I'll be slacking just like y'all. I've been thinking about my dad a lot lately. Probably because it's April and he died in April, and also because Toby is JUST like him. I don't know how to explain it... how a 1 year old can remind me so much of him. But he just does. All the time. It's comforting, actually.If you didn't read the comments yesterday, you should. All kinds of announcements up in there.And now, for some peanut butter toast.

my Mama and BrynnViking Granny and the little viking-letEaster bunnies...

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And Sonia... some of the comments don't make any sense, even to Texans. But you should know : there are several secret identities here... there is BatBoy and RatKing and I don't know who else. They pop up ocassionally and make NO sense.

Also, the highly coveted positions of Frist: first to post on the new blog, or first after midnightAnd Last, or any re-arrangement of that word: last before midnight. We mispell these in honor of our friend Daniel, who can't spell... or type

Yeah, that counts as first... my comments don't count. Well, for first place, anyway. The prizes (there are no prizes) are awarded for the firts Central Standard Time... good luck and may the best blogger win!

Of course this would have to be the drunk against the wall silent type of man, ( the sort that works sound booths, you know what I mean) As opposed to the kicking, laughing, jerking, spitting, ( somewhat violent) drunkard ( the sort that lays on the floor during the service in front of the pulpit and makes church life just that much more exciting.)

So, I witnessed a person slip about a half a pack of printer paper into his personal bag. He tried to do it stealth, but I still saw it and he didn’t know I did. I was sitting here wondering what to do. I decided I have a moral obligation to report it to the company since it is theft. I called security and told them about it, and that he leaves in about an hour. They said they’d send someone out right away. The guy just left and no security showed up to check out his bag.

Georgia you are so funny. You should come more on Thursday nights, (not tonight though because I wont be there) but the "sound both guy" makes his way out to the center of the floor, well it is a different perspective for me to say the least. And as far as the kicking, jerking, laughing, spitting, violent drunk, well you shouldn't talk about your family that way!

jess... that photo of the two boys in the bathtub... toby looks TOTALLY like a clark, doesn't he???

oh, and i thought of what you said about reminding you of your dad...

J reminds me a lot of my dad...and brought lots of smiles into my life for his first 17 years...

hold on...

my heart is still sad that my little man has grown up to a point that he doesn't even wish to speak to me any more... i hope that one day his heart will turn back around and be able to be kind to this woman who loves him very much... very very sad time in my life... in this regard...

i wonder what it is about young men...where they seem to have to sever so severely the severely tangled cords betwixt themselves and their mamas...??? i wonder.... i wonder... and when i feel like it can't hurt any more...i CHOOSE to pray for him...and his future...even though it's difficult to pray in faith...

ok

enough transparency....

what do YOU guys know about this ordeal you put your mothers through??? or... is it just SOME guys.....

MPC- I don't know. I've never wanted to not ever talk to my mother. When their have been relationship issues with my parents I haven't look forward to talking to her, but we have a pretty good relationship.

mpc,as far as sons leaving or separating themselves from their mama....i think they have to do that in order to be independent men and develop their own path and talents, and to find a good wife (if they so choose).

They never want us to stop praying and loving them, but they have to feel strong on their own, and know that we are always for them.

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I'm a Texan living in Missouri, learning how to pray- a wife to a rocker, missionary and a worship leader (same guy). I am a Mac evangelist and food lover, survivor of multiple complicated (understatement) pregnancies and mommy to 4 amazing kids on earth and 2 amazing kids in heaven. I'm also an adoptive parent, a reader, and a domestic goddess who hates to clean.